not your ideal haunted house

[specifiercity]

WHEN: OCT 23-25
WHAT: haunting in the suburbs

The ghost of a girl haunts an old house in the suburbs. For unknown reasons, she has recently become violent. And she may have a connection with you or someone you know.

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[specifiercity]

The closet door could easily have been attributed to the supernatural activity in the house, thought it does make Arthur pause. He's unarmed, but his hand's on his phone in case of an emergency as he slowly walks down the hall.

The ringtone dissipates his curiousity and definitely raises alarm bells, though.

"Who's there?"

His voice is even but commanding, and he stops and looks in the direction of the sound, waiting for its owner to reveal themselves.

[tearmeanewone]

Nobody. Elizabeth thinks with her eyes shut. Nobody but an American exchange student, trying not to be kicked out of the country and thrown back to the wolves. Please just keep walking Strangely-American-Sounding-Clearly-Not-the-Realtor.

Her phone goes off again.

no froyo?? :(((

Elizabeth is going to swear off frozen yogurt now. But first, escaping time. Throwing open the closet door, she bursts into the hallway, checks where Arthur is, and runs down the hall the other way. She yanks the door at the end open-- it's another closet. Damn.

"Look--" she turns around, holding her hands up. "I know I'm not supposed to be here, I just thought I saw a bird inside, I was going to let it out."

[specifiercity]

Arthur frowns deeply. "Was the bird in the closet?" he says, ready to grill her about why she's here. He doesn't approach her but he stands at the end of the hallway frowning, wondering what to do with her.

That's when a door upstairs creaks and then closes. Arthur turns his head in the direction of the stairs, his frown going from unimpressed to concerned.

"Did someone else come in here with you?"

[tearmeanewone]

Oh he looks mad. He looks really mad. This could be worse than just police, what if she's trespassed into somebody's home? The sign could be old, she doesn't know how these things work, she hadn't gotten so bored in Comstock's house that she'd resorted to reading about the wild world of realty and its signage policies.

"Uh..." Alright, well, maybe it's time for the tears. Big fat fake tears and a punch to the nose.

Mysterious noises trump escaping. Elizabeth looks nervously at the ceiling. "No... and you came in about fifteen seconds after I did."

[specifiercity]

Arthur waits for another noise, turning back to look at Elizabeth again when one doesn't come. He takes a closer look at her; he knows witches have been visiting the house trying to find out who or what has been causing such a fuss, but he's never been able to tell a witch from a regular human just by looking.

He raises an eyebrow. "Did you know this house was haunted when you broke in?"

[tearmeanewone]

"...Well, that's the rumor around campus," she says with a little laugh. "But ghosts don't exist, it's just drafts or the house settling or--"

The sound of breaking glass emanates from upstairs, and again Elizabeth looks at the ceiling. Whoever they are, they're angry. Despondent. Maybe even scared. Elizabeth can feel it, and it reminds her of when she'd locked horns with her mother-- metaphorically. There is a ghost here, and if their feelings are any indication, things could get violent.

"I think we should go." She's not worried about herself, but if this man caught the wrong side of a ghost, he could get hurt.

[specifiercity]

He narrows her eyes at her in suspicion, but he's lost the initial gruffness that he came in here with. Her presence is a bit of a mystery. She could just be some kid wandering through here on a dare, but in this context it's just as likely that she's a witch drawn by the mystery of the house.

"You sure you don't want to find out what made those noises?"

On cue, another door creaks shut upstairs. And then another, somewhere on the main floor. The house seems to be closing itself up.